Page 82 of Ready or Knot

It’s been nearly two weeks since we gave her the ring and signed the final bit of paperwork, but it still feels surreal to see her wear it. I run my thumb over the band of it, enjoying how she hums under her breath—this time a song I recognize and know the name of.

“I like that one,” I whisper, tucking my hand under her skirt and running it up her bare thigh. Jasmine floats around us, and I smile into her cheek. She giggles.

Best damn sound I’ve ever heard.

“You got your information submitted for the school?” I ask after a bit, and she nods, squeezing my hand. “School doesn’t start for a while, though, right? Jude’s doesn’t start for another six weeks.”

“I think mine starts a week after his,” she murmurs. “I’ll double check when we get home.”

She lets her legs fall open just a bit, and I run my finger along the crease of her thigh before tracing her hip bone. Jasmine mingles with my own sandalwood, and my cock twitches.

Probably not the smartest idea to put my hands on her while we’re waiting for her friend.

“Have you thought about when you’d like to have the Pack Celebration?” I ask, tracing the band of her ring again.

She smirks. “You’re full of questions tonight.”

I shrug. “Maybe I’m being a good Alpha and keeping you calm in a way that won’t make you feel self-conscious about your Omega nature.”

She sits up, her eyebrows drawing low and her lips pushing into a pout.

I want to bite them. Or feel them around my cock. Instead of doing either of those, I press my thumb to them, and she kisses it, the concentrated look falling away.

“I’ll allow it,” she says, nearly wistful, “since it means I get to sit on your lap and do this.”

She squirms against me, and my half-hard dick is suddenly at full attention.

I groan, grabbing her thigh hard enough that she gasps. “That’s just mean. I’m trying to be polite, and here you are making it very difficult to remember why I am.”

Her reply is cut off by the quiet chime of her phone. She reaches over and grabs her purse, causing her butt to press harder against my erection, and I groan, tipping my head back. Her cheeks are dark when she looks back at me.

“They’ve landed,” she says, and I nod, closing my eyes and trying to think of anything that will get my body to cool off. Her lips are soft where she trails them up my throat, and I tighten my hold on her leg again.

“Not helping,” I mutter.

She giggles, dropping her forehead to my shoulder. “I’ll fuck you in the car to make up for it.”

I clutch her tighter. Her soft voice saying things as crass as fuck makes me want to bend her over a chair.

“I’m sure security will appreciate that,” I say, and she laughs. I let go of her leg, cupping her face and kissing her until she’s breathless and jasmine surrounds me. I give her a half smile. “You’re so bad about your scent blockers.”

She shrugs as she stands and adjusts her skirt. “Maybe I brought them but didn’t put them on yet,” she says. She grabs her bag from beside my feet and turns for the restroom, her hips swaying as she offers a knowing smile over her shoulder.

I shake my head as I laugh, running a hand through my hair. Once she’s gone, I sigh and adjust my dick, using the walk to the restrooms to cool off.

Her smile as she walks out is just as radiant as before, and I’m struck with an inordinate amount of joy. Her fingers lace with mine, and she rests her head against my arm as we head down one floor and towards the main atrium. We’re just rounding the last corner when someone yells.

“There you are!”

Faedra drops my hand, laughing as she rushes across the space, her arms wrapping around Violet even as she stumbles a bit. A tall man I’ve never met before helps steady the women, his brown eyes shrewd as he takes in the airport around him.

Jasper offers Faedra a quick hug when the women separate, and Rylan lifts a shoulder in greeting.

“This is Dominic,” Violet says when I get close enough to hear, grabbing the third man’s hand and lacing her fingers with his.

Faedra nods but doesn’t extend her hand, and the man keeps his tucked in the pocket of his slacks.

“Let me see it!” Faedra says, and Violet laughs, rolling her eyes. She places her hand in Faedra’s upturned palm. The light catches on a large solitaire emerald cut diamond. Faedra whistles. “Damn, girl! That almost makes up for it.”

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